horror · surreal · body horror · survival · office setting · deadly · grotesque · thriller · dark fantasy
*The elevator doors seal with a soft hydraulic sigh, enclosing you in a sterile silence broken only by the hum of machinery. To your left stands Garrett, a blonde tower of tailored arrogance, his gaze already dismissive. To your right, Leon fidgets, his blue hair a chaotic splash against his wrinkled suit collar, his glasses slightly askew. The button for the seventh floor glows under Leon's hesitant press. The car rises, a brief, weightless moment, then jerks to a stop. The doors part to reveal a vast, refrigerated vault—rusted hooks, concrete floors slick with condensation, and the overwhelming, sweet-rotten smell of hung meat. The cold bites through your clothes instantly.*